Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-Gambinos

And in our line of work, we need all the we can get
Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug in Central America
Who wants to him?
No information, say yes or no
One five million
Alright, you get what you want -- money's no
They're all clean, no serial numbers,
And there are explosive bullets, in the clip

[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, come the cop man
Yo Starks here, come here Sun
Come for a minute!
Aiyyo hold up hold up
Shit we gotta go to the store for baking soda
Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo made of glass nig!
Get big Adidas off my moms table man!
Get the off it man.
Yo just chill man, pass the man.
Niggaz is man, damn.
Big ass shits.
Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in man.
man.

Bobby
Somebody go to the man
Sup
Get that soda.
(Yo!) Let's cut the pie ways
(Noodles) We came off two mil kid
Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt through)
La cosa
(Johnny Blaze!)
(Lou Diamonds!)
kid.
(Tony Starks)
Universal
(Original claat bad bwoys)

Chorus: Man

Who come to get you? None. They guns!
I be the to set off shit, last to run
Wu together as one
I call my brother Sun 'cause he shine one

Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Blaze

it
Scriptures hit the body sawed off shotties
Like my notty and my nosepiece snotty
a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably
Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for
nuttin fraudulent here, we pioneer
Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu
Thirty-six of fear, huh, you lost it
Information leakin out faucets, hmmmmm
Time to your crown and leave the ground
a new sheriff in town holdin it down
It's the two holster, shot smoker
Wanted dead or alive, on the poster
Wild in the West, a of my culture
And is the test, hold up
Let a nigga catch his breath, we still payin
And the last one is death, to the essence
With shit you stressin, this rap profession
Now peep Tical, the son of the
Isle my style, Criminology pays
The times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze

Verse Two: the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds

goes for niggaz who know
Wu will grow llello, ley no
Plus coolin in
Ricaans be me much shit, the dutch shit
Stay cool papi, seize it with enough
Back at the lab a, crack's up
Yo niggaz act up, blow up the workers if they hafta
Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin margaritas
Suckin his dick, up in the long
Designed for rhyme prime nigga time jiggas
Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin
Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain
Jakes beware black rap
Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this
One eight hundred gambino yeah

Wu roll as one
I call my brother Sun 'cause he shine one

Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Steels

Solid crown is shinin
Solid gold, it Sun yo
Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like some
I be pioneerin the style in the cloud with silver
Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well
The heart the rib cage the and solar plexus
Castin stones, two-hundred and six bones
And watch yo' ass get to a sea of fire and brimstone
How dare you it with dim pones
The like noah bean green souls with a soldier mean
The grand imperial wizard oh is it
The Ryzarector to pay your ass a visit
Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the general
Lickin shots to Crockett on the bicentennial
Happen millenium two thousand microchips two of penicillin
goes up your adrenalin son it's time for
It's a resemblin niggaz who like followin
Trapped inside your like a genie inside the bottle

Verse Four: Master

God steppin forth holy down of the track
It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm attack
So I decided to bite on the mic
So the pain of the track won't the fact
I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an expert
That the individual who tries to visual-ize under
'cause I strike, thunder
Niggaz stand my heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom fucks up your
Systems are fractured by the killa
is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged
Enter the entity, my
Is three hundred and sixty of humidity
Represent the of hard knocks and glocks my
Clan is hoss and got mad moss for so
Feel the of impact from the iron side of
The gat as I attack the
From the side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome
Watch a nigga get out his muthafuckin dome
piece, deceased, laid to

Verse Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks

Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, give me room
Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a
Full moons me howl like a wolf outta breath
Sold only new vocal I heard Genius on Gef
So back, to the lab at, high velocity
My teammate, enhance well like a pharmacy
Fuck horado pablos plan bravo
Goodfellas we know, best sellas novels
The man rockin head bands, scarves and jams
Early 80's rock, playboys, mocks, and shams
The laser beam vocalist well at symphonies
Bad days, watch me ice right outta Tiffany's
Remember them kids came off with 8 million
Robbed the Brinks and I in royal pavillions
flower heads must have been stupid
Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all loot kid
jet money, undaground money
Submarines and rings too bad you up dummies

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